Punked.

I think I punked myself. I went around all day yesterday pretending that I was hopeful and optimistic, when I knew it wasn't true. Happy people makes me crazy. How can some people be so hopeful all the time. Sometimes I think I am actually turning into my father and my grandmother. I just need to be faster with my snark.

I have decided to become a full-time drinker. Which means that since I am still pointing it is much harder to get the daily recommendation of fiber. 32 grams doesn't happen in just one martini.

On another note, Maddie started squeaking her happy squeak when I come home again. I really missed that. Also, the designer is coming next week! Yeah! So even though we can't do the renovations we will still have pretty plans of them!